Nice limbo you have here

Nice limbo you have here

Nice feel you have on

Baby go back to your womb

Baby go back to your womb

You grow the apples around me

I'll spit the seeds in your grave

Bead me a necklace 

A decade I'll wait



Picture this gun

I'm tired of crying

I'm gonna run

I swear you

Move you

To my pores

I'm not gonna cry anymore



Dead is next door

Dead is next door

Baby go back to your womb

Baby go back to your womb



You pulled my limbs one by one in your limbo

You pulled my limbs one by one in your limbo